They who wander widest lift No more of beauties' jealous veils, Than they who from their doorways see The miracle of flowers and trees.
What miracle of weird transforming Is this wild work of frost and light, This glimpse of glory infinite?
Around the mighty master came The marvels which his pencil wrought, Those miracles of power whose fame Is wide as human thought.
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